The Giant Turnip Bedtime Story, The Giant Turnip Bedtime Story In English.
The Giant Turnip Story
Once upon a time there was an old man. He lived with his wife, a grandson, a small brown dog, a small white cat and a sweet pink-nosed mouse in a large, old farmhouse. One day the man said to his wife, “Dear wife, I am going to plant turnip seeds. When it’s nice and big, we’ll have a delicious turnip soup! He took the seed and planted it in a patch of healthy brown soil. Every day he watered it. When the lightning and thunder came, the raindrops danced on it. And when the sun shone, the rays of the sun dazzled him and kept him warm. “Make my little seed grow,” the old man used to say every day. Then one day, two small shoots appeared and grew bigger day by day. One day, the man knew it was time. “Dear woman, tonight we will eat turnip soup,” he said and put a large pot of water on to boil. He entered the garden and bent down, grabbed the shoots and started to pull. And he shot, and he shot, and he shot, but the turnip was stuck.
He called his wife. “Dear wife! Would you come and help me pull the turnip?” He asked. So the wife clung to the husband and he clung to the shoots and together they pulled and they pulled and they pulled, but the turnip stuck quickly. She called their dearest grandson. “Dear grandson, would you come and help us pull out the turnip?” So the grandson clung to the grand- mother, who helped the grandfather, who clung to the shoots and they pulled and they pulled and they pulled, but the turnip still stuck well. So the grandson called the little dog brown and he held the grandson, who held grandma, who helped grandfather, who held the sprouts and they pulled and they pulled and they pulled, but the turnip still stuck! Soon the little brown dog called the white cat, and she held the little brown dog, who held the grandson, who held grandma, who helped grandfather, who held the sprouts and they fired and they t fired and they fired, but still the turnip stuck fast!
So the little white cat called the sweet mouse with the pink nose and he clung to the little white cat, who clung to the little brown dog, who clung to the grandson, who clung to grandma, who helped grandpa, who clung to the shoots and they pulled and they pulled and they pulled. And the turnip fell on grandfather, who fell on grandma, who fell on her grandson, who fell on the little brown dog, who fell on the little white cat, who almost ran over the candy mouse with pink nose. It was a giant turnip! Grandpa got up and dusted himself off, then each helped the other up. Then Grandpa carried the turnip into the kitchen where he cut it into pieces, Chop Chop Choppity Chop into small pieces. He added some herbs and some spices, a little of this and a little of that, and soon the turnip soup was ready. All of them, grandpa and grandma, grandson and the little brown dog, the little white cat and of course the sweet mouse with the pink nose sat down to eat the turnip soup and it was as delicious as they expected it!
